Twenty-ninth day of the voyage: along the east coast of the USA, past the Carolinas and up to Virginia.
‘Americans!’ shrugged the captain and chief engineer. I had mentioned the military helicopter that had swept across our bow and then turned to pass up our starboard side, directly overhead. I was reading quietly earlier in the afternoon, only to look up at the hint of noise and see through the porthole close by and in great detail the massive, camouflaged helicopter gunship on our bow. Holy shit, I thought, running to the deck in time to see the second pass. ‘Only in the US would they do that’, said the captain, meaning ‘weirdest people on earth’.